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Richard blamed his first touch to the mirror on loneliness. It had been three weeks into his own isolation. His mother and father had to ensure his purity for his upcoming wedding to their opposing royalty in the distant West, and he'd agreed to their request with every intention of honoring the eventual marriage and peace treaty. Richard had thought himself strong enough to endure the silence, the lack of human contact.
As hours had bled by into days of restless nothingness, he'd read. Written. Stitched the old wears and tears from his clothing until every piece looked like new. And afterward? Well, it had taken him time to notice. A flicker of movement had finally caught his gaze, and the omega had found himself staring at the colorless hand. Slender finger had wiggled at him, and he'd blinked at the greeting. He'd known what resided in the mirror, but he'd never heard of anything able to expand out from it.
Curiosity had tugged his feet across the carpet, brought him to stand before the floor length mirror. What would the hand feel like? He'd hesitated before reaching out. The hand twisted and splayed its fingers, palm facing upward, and he'd brushed a single finger across the glass. Smooth. Cool, but not cold. Feeling like his family would somehow know, that his mother or father would burst in and demand answers, the omega had hastily withdrawn. Cautiously watched from across his room as the hand slid back into the smooth surface.
His weaking will and increasing isolation soon led to more touches. He traced the fingers of the hand. Touched the slender, clear wrist. Held the hand, as his appetite waned, and he ate less. As his energy decreased with each passing day. After a night spent sleeping before the mirror, he'd woken to glass fingers toying with his hair. The touch of something, anything, had lulled him back to sleep. After, Richard had taken his spare sheets and set them out in front of the mirror. That night, the hand had stroked his hair. Traced his ear. He'd never slept more soundly.
After several such nights, smooth fingers had taken to brushing against his cheek. To tracing his jaw. To circling his mouth. When the glass hand had lightly pressed its finger to his lips, he'd hesitated only a moment before parting his mouth. The finger had dipped inside, clicking along the back of his teeth before it curled against his tongue. Richard's increasingly heavy breaths clouded the surface of the wrist.
Before he could think, he found his own hands wrapped around the wrist, his tongue swirling around the smooth digit in his mouth. The finger had slid out, the wrist easily slipping from his grasp as the hand retreated back into the mirror. He'd been left frustrated, missing its touch for the rest of the day.
They, he and the mirror, had established a pattern not long after. Lukewarm fingers would curl through the prince's hair to wake him, and he'd kiss each digit in greeting. Hold the clear wrist and sigh in contentment at each of the hand's light touches. A second hand emerged not long after, thin fingers running across his face. He'd grown to expect it, to look forward to it, and then...
The omega had woken with a gasp. Panted, as dreams of touches faded from his mind. Richard had felt cool. Looked down and realized that he'd half kicked his sheets off, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide his arousal. He'd reached halfway down before freezing at the familiar feel a hand in his hair. A blush had heated his cheeks. Richard had reached for the rumpled sheets, intending to better hide his reaction, but the second hand had briefly closed on his wrist. Not hard, not enough to make him panic, but enough to make him pause.
He'd scarcely had time to fully realize what it planned before the hand slipped his blanket fully off. Before it closed around his bobbing length and stroked, the oddity of its smooth fingers enough to make him gasp. Richard had lain there, eyes wide, as the hand glided up his cock. As cool fingers fondled his tip, and a clear pad rubbed over his slit, smearing precum along-
The prince had cum. Whimpered and felt hot all over as the hands withdrew.
Every touch after that had been firmer. More purposeful. Increasingly and more welcomingly inevitable. The hands were there for him, always. They'd tugged him to his knees before the mirror, glass sliding over his chest. Along his neck. Fingers in his mouth, thrusting a pattern that left drool running down his jaw. The free hand had brushed its fingers through the wetness and then, before he could fully catch up to what was happening, slipped between his thighs.
At the feel of something cool and wet purposefully circling his hole through his boxers, at the slight press that slightly parted his slickening walls, Richard had come. Gasped and shivered through it, his mind hazy. That was when a new shape had emerged from the mirror. A clear cock, standing proud and translucent. Wet fingers had lightly tugged at the tips of his hair, inviting him forward, and Richard had let the hands guide him. Had opened his mouth and taken the length that carefully slipped past his lips. He'd sucked against unforgiving hardness even as he'd feared for one brief moment that-
Lukewarm cum, not glass, had slid down his throat.
It had all led to here and now. To him standing naked before the mirror, his heat driving his body to terrible need. One glass hand slipped between his legs. Rubbed up to and then against, and then- Richard's breath shook as a finger slid inside. Glided along his slick walls. Another finger easily joined it, then a third, each working him wider. The prince trembled, whimpered as the other hand pulled him flush to the mirror. The glass cock pressed to his hip.
A new shape emerged then. A face, his own reflection cast across its smiling expression. Smooth lips pressed to his own, and he let the glass tongue slide inside. Richard moaned at the gliding thrusts of the fingers inside him. He shivered, his cheeks burning, as he felt the hand withdraw and something thicker press against him. The free hand grasped the back of his knee. Pushed his leg up to his chest. He instinctively raised his other leg, trying to lock them around the firm hips that emerged from the reflective surface.
The path eased by stretching, his own slick, and the body's smooth nature, the mirror man's length breached him with a single thrust. Richard felt like the air had been punched from him. The arms around his back slid lower to support him, fingers curling around the backs of his knees, and the omega choked at the second thrust. At the third. The omega whimpered, his own hands sliding along the smooth back of the figure before he finally found an angle that let him cling to it.
No, not to it, his mind wildly thought. To him. To whomever the nameless wizard had once been, to the alpha. His slick ran down the reflective man's knot. Wet it and made the final push inside his twitching walls so much easier. Richard keened at the fullness; the feeling of the knot expanding. The rush of it all forced him into pleasure. Into coming around the knot and length inside him. He went slack, helpless to do anything but take it as the mirror wizard thrust deeper and deeper-
Cold cum splashed against his walls. Left him breathless as the wizard's lips left his to then press to his bared neck. Glass teeth sank home. The bond warmed his chest, left him smiling in shared delight as the lips against his fresh mark pulled back in a grin.